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Peter B Sep 23
Death
is a privilege of us.
Maybe the biggest privilege
we could ever have.

Death
is a privilege of us.
In the labyrinth of life,
the only way out.

Some people say
they want to live forever. Nice.
Buy they will laugh at their own words one day,
they will laugh,
when they understand that death
is the privilege of life.
Cyan Aug 11
Survivor bias flies right
By us.
So believe ourselves
Invincible
Atop the mile high
Pile of bodies
We stand upon
Unknowingly.
Please do not forget.
island poet Aug 9
green island privilege

we thread our way through the Johnstone Strait,
where every landmass, largest and smallish,
all islands, so this particular three-island-man is comforted and
comfortable in his surroundings, in his skin,
in his watery rivered veins

the outlines of myriads shapes, assorted puzzle pieces of earth adrift,
fitted sheets, awaiting assembly upon the magic of water,
fitting the continuously moving puzzling frame, accepting all,
mutually funding each other for each must, by definition,
define each other

the sky allows itself to be glimpsed, “yes, I’m still blue,” it teases,
but sky is busy bathing its undersides, in gloomy whites
of a bubble bath, of a deep morning mournful fog,
we underneath, observing, bestride a double sided fir and pine forests corridor either-sided of our the cold calm watershed,
a green privilege

fog above, touching so lightly our green tree waterway enclosure,
just as a human caresses his truly beloved’s cheeks, so so softly,
the fog sitting on top of the treetops, kissing, allowing that,
but no more,as the day is now only hours young,
disallowing mature sunset romance

close enough to touch, the fallen branches that people the shoreline and I, marvel at my privilege, my history, how I came to be
witness to this moment, testifying to the luck of life, cris cross continental running from European Black Forest persecution,
Spanish inquisitors, whose auto-da-fe cris cross burnings earned them no truth, no fame,
where racism hatred made my tribe an official inferior kind,
worthy of extermination, yet, here I am surviving to be arriving
to the serenity of this goddess Columbia moment in natural embrace

but here again, at this second, still excoriated as virus-privileged,
aligned this time to the guilt of my skin colorations,
guilty genetically, in my nation of 99% immigrants,
which confuses us,
for we, our troop, victimized by quotas, ghettos, crafted laws,
once upon a time burnished, now burnt by our successes,
we asked for nothing more, fair play,
a chance to win but never by stepping on the backs of others,
are told, no, no, guilty by chance,
cause you won the oppressors color coded lottery


the sun keeps on battling, though now late afternoon,
its glare, no fair, makes me squint to see the horizon,
a thin lucent bright line, who knows how far away,
it challenges me, saying am I not the sun to everyone,
leading you to new islands, green end zones for anyone
to touch down, leading you back home to where you shelter
anyone who asks, a new horizon for anyone comes to me,
giver of words, my inspiration family history shared for anyone,
I adjudge guilty, your privilege was earned, by the exile you’ve endured and the truth of your island green privilege,
and the trees, in unison say, hallelujah selah
john Shelton Jun 10
I feel trees come out of the base of each spinal column,
When I creek in the morning a thousand nesting birds sing for my arrival,
my vascular cambium fillls its lungs with life and breathes it out too,
my only hope is that fire comes and clears the understory for my seeds.
its kinda weird. idk how I feel about this yet. at first it seems like I wanna make a poem about the missing piece of ecology in my region. but the more I think about it, it feels like I have been more privileged than I originally thought.
WE
We are not all privileged to find shoulders on which to stand
To have a better view of the remaining journey
Shoulders of giants of great stance.

We are not all blessed with masterpieces from which to extract our plans.

We are not all blessed with pleasant sounds
Sounds to which we can dance.

We are not all smiled upon by nature
Some people don't even get a glance.

We are not all blessed with good family and friends
Some don't even cross paths
We are not all given such chance.

We may all be blessed with knowledge
But not everyone understands.

—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
distractedpen Apr 17
you and i were running laps
i in blue sneakers, you in red
just a friendly competition
i had a bad limp
i was keeping pace with you
i drew attention to my leg
how i fought not to wince
every time my foot hit the gravel
how i’d been kicked
by someone wearing red sneakers
right before we began
it made you uncomfortable
defensive
angry
and you pointed to your leg
showing a similar bruise
from when you’d tripped and fell
earlier that day
  you don’t get it
you said
  you can’t complain
  because i have a limp too
  and the coach accounted for it
  and gave me a headstart
you said
  but i do
i said
  because i started last anyway
  and the coach “didn’t see” my bruise
  and no one ever will
i said
but you had already left
to run with someone less depressing
less sad
less me
but what i hadn’t gotten to tell you
is that you don’t get it
i had a limp from birth
Johnny walker Apr 16
There where times In my life I knew not what I was
doing, no plan In place to not knowing to where I was heading In
life
But a girl that I knew from a very early age, came back Into life by chance one day the moment I saw her this girl from my past I knew I loved
her
But this girl called Helen I hadn't seen In years but I knew there and then I was
falling In love with this
girl from
my
childhood
days
We finally became man and wife for married this pretty girl called Helen from my childhood
days
for she turned me to a responsible caring husband
Twenty years did we have
of wonderful
days till the day, she was taken away but she left me with us
beautiful
the son, who Is so much like his Mother when Helen departed from the life she left me
so
many wonderful memories
to cherish the rest of my days but I wouldn't have had anything
any
another way for I'm truly grateful for years Helen and I had, such a wonderful
lady
for I was truly blessed and It's has been an absolute privilege to have known
Helen
and I'm
very proud to have been her husband and extremely proud father
of our
son
I wouldn't have had It any other way for I am exstreamly proud to be Helen's husband and father to our son
Johnny walker Apr 16
There where times In my life I knew not what I was
doing, no plan In place to not knowing to where I was heading In
life
But a girl that I knew from a very early age, came back Into life by chance one day the moment I saw her this girl from my past I knew I loved
her
But this girl called Helen I hadn't seen In years but I knew there and then I was
falling In love with this
girl from
my
childhood
days
We finally became man and wife for married this pretty girl called Helen from my childhood days
for she turned me to a responsible caring husband
Twenty years did we have
of wonderful days till the day, she was taken away but she left me with us
beautiful
the son, who Is so much like his Mother when Helen departed from the life she left me
so
many wonderful memories
to cherish the rest of my days but I wouldn't have had anything
any
another way for I'm truly grateful for years Helen and I had, such a wonderful
lady
for I was truly blessed and It's has been an absolute privilege to have known
Helen
and I'm
very proud to have been her husband and extremely proud father
of our
son
I wouldn't have had It any other way for I am exstreamly proud to be Helen's husband and father to our son
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